Monday, August 08, 2005


(I walk into Dave's office wearing the sweater I'm knitting on one shoulder, trailing a ball of yarn behind me.)

Me: "See what I'm knitting??"

Dave: "What is that, a sweater?"

Me: "Yup."

Dave: "They have those in stores, you know. Do you need some money?"

I got an email from Yankee Candle Company over the weekend saying that they were having a Buy One / Get One Free sale on selected fragrances. I love Yankee candles, but they're way too expensive to pay full price for, as a general rule. So I went to the store on Saturday, and picked up two big jars and two medium ones, getting them off the big display in the front of the store that said "Buy One / Get One Free!"

I checked out, and the clerk rang up the candles, putting in the "Buy One / Get One Free" code (I'm stressing this for a reason). I paid, and as she was wrapping the candles in paper and putting them in the bag, she said, "You got a great deal! It's almost like you got two for free!!" Um, yeah. Almost like that.

Bob and I went out for ice cream a couple of times last week. It's fun going out at night and doing something simple like that, but I told Bob that we couldn't go out for ice cream every night, or we'd weigh 300 pounds. He said he knew that, but he liked going out together, and I suggested going to Sonic and getting diet limeades, so that's what we've done the last couple of nights.

When we're at home, he's usually upstairs in his office either on the computer or watching television, and I'm usually downstairs either on my computer, or reading. So it's kind of nice to go out and drive around and talk and listen to music and look at the stars. Tonight we went to Sonic for our limeades, and listened to Paramour, an album by a band called Deadman. I've been listening to them a lot lately, and thought Bob might like it, too.

I've been listening to them, and to The Silos a lot lately. I seem to be in some kind of an alternative country mood, or something. Bob says the music I listen to is sad, but I don't really think of it as being sad, I just like the sound. However, I did read a review of one of The Silos' records--I can't remember if it was this one or not--that said, "Not for the clinically depressed."

Bob and I had tickets to see Marc Cohn in Lawrence tomorrow night, but I got an email from Ticketmaster saying that the show had been postponed and would be rescheduled. We were disappointed, but decided to hang on to the tickets and see if we could go whenever they set a new date, if they do. There was no indication of why the concert had been postponed.

I just happened to be reading Google News tonight and saw this news item that apparently never made it to CNN, which is the news site I generally read: Singer Marc Cohn survives being shot in head. I guess that would explain it.

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